Danny never spoke a word until his fifth birthday, when he uttered a chilling confession, “Mommy has a secret.” As his grandmother, I’d always known there was more to Danny, but nothing could’ve prepared us for the truth his first words would reveal — or the chaos they’d unleash.
There’s something special about Danny. I’ve known it from the moment I first held him in my arms, long before the doctors had their say.
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See, Danny is five and doesn’t speak. The doctors say his development is delayed like it’s a simple thing, but I’m his grandmother, and I can feel it in my bones: Danny is different. Not broken, not wrong, just… different.
I look around the living room, brightly decorated for Danny’s fifth birthday. Despite all this, Danny is sitting in his usual spot by the window, tracing the lines of the carpet with his fingers.
I can’t help but smile. That’s just Danny in his own little world.
